When drinking someone's blood, you can easily enter their stream of consciousness. It was a sign of weakness, or extreme trust, to share your vein. Vampires hardly ever shared blood between one another. I caught him of course, and held his small body against mine. He cried out, instantly falling against me. With a snarl, I sunk my fangs deep into his skin. I pulled his head back, revealing his shockingly pale neck. But I'd much rather play with him than lock him up for the night. "You have one more chance, tell me the truth." I was already being far too generous. He gasped quietly, his head craning backwards into my hand to decrease the strain on his scalp. I snarled, my hands moving quickly up to his hair, gripping it tightly.
"Please, my prince, I'm telling the truth." Jacob urged. I only did it when he was extremely disobedient, this wasn't cause enough, but he didn't know that. I'd only ever hung him in the dungeon once or twice before. Do you want me to hang you in the dungeon?" Jacob's eyes widened in fear. "You hang them in the dungeon by their ankles." Jacob said quietly, his gold eyes searching mine. "You remember what I do to people who lie to me, don't you, little brother?" I asked, smirking arrogantly. He looked up at me earnestly, nodding his head.
"You drank a full serving?" I asked, pulling away. The circles under his eyes were a dead giveaway, and his pulse was faint. "Yes, my love." Jacob breathed softly, shuddering against me. Those who prefer drinking pre-packed blood generally don't take part in any killings at all. Those who prefer drinking from the living are generally sadistic and cruel. The way you prefer to feed says a lot about you. Much like wine, each bottle can have its own very distinct taste. The second, is to drink pre-packaged blood from a bottle. It's a very personal, exhilarating experience, tasting their fear as you suck the life out of their bodies. The first, was to hunt down and drink the life out of your prey. There were too very different ways to feed. "Tell me, brother, did you feed properly this morning?" He whimpered softly against me, his hands gripping my vest, holding me to him. I held back a snarl, and instead began nibbling my brother's ear. The perfect combination, some might say.Īs I kissed his neck I could feel his pulse, faint, beneath his skin. He was so pathetically weak, so much so, that if it weren't for his gold eyes he could easily be mistaken for a human. I pulled away from his lips, and began pressing kisses along his jaw. Jacob's hands ran over my shoulders, down my chest, feeling my strong, flexing muscles. My hands ran down his neck, holding his jaw up with my thumbs. But over the years, it grew, manifested, like a painful disease. Back then it was innocent, loving him only as a brother loves a brother. As soon as I'd held him in my arms, I was infatuated. I had known I loved him since the day he was born, just over eighteen years ago. I'm in love with him, but I'll never admit it. This was nothing new, but it still made my lifeless heart pound painfully against my ribcage. My brother's lips parted, and his tongue met mine. I knew to him I tasted like fire and ash. My tongue flicked at Jacob's lips, tasting him. Our kiss was slow, soft and surprisingly tender. I took his face in my hands, before taking Jacob's bottom lip between mine, kissing him passionately on the mouth. Jacob bit his bottom lip, before giving me a small, anxious smile and walking in quick strides towards me. "Brother," I said, my deep, silky voice filling the ornate office, "Come." "Alexander, you called for me." Jacob opened the door all the way, standing awkwardly in the frame. The handle turned slowly, and a sinister smile spread across my face. What was taking him so long?Ī soft knock reverberated off the door. Already my fangs were protruding from my mouth in anticipation. My fingers tapped more aggressively against the desk. It was an unusual situation for me to be in, but with the increase of deaths in the area, and the pressure to keep everything under control, I couldn't very well go out and hunt for my prey. The circles under my eyes gave away my weakness. Glaringly obvious signs of an improper feeding schedule. The only flaw to my perfect appearance, were the dark purple circles under my eyes.
My pale skin stood out against my all black suit. My blonde hair was tousled it didn't look messy, but rather rugged. I looked at the full length mirror by the doorway to my office and smirked into it.
I drummed my fingers restlessly against the dark wood of my desk. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, do not continue on.
Throughout the series there may be instances of non-consensual sex and/or reluctance. A/N: This series contains (or will contain) gay male sexuality, vampires, incest, BDSM and bondage.